In the shade of night, her tresses curled,
A girl with locks, in ebony swirled.
A man ensnared by her raven hair,
A silent love, a soul laid bare.
Her name, a secret, known to few,
Starts with an L, a truth so true.
He longs to whisper it to the breeze,
But keeps it locked, with tender ease.
Her ebony strands, a midnight song,
In every strand, a love lifelong.
With each dark coil, his heart entwined,
A love unspoken, one of its kind.
In her enigma, his heart's embrace,
A name unspoken, yet its grace.
For in her dark locks, love's flair,
He treasures the girl with raven hair.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
